Friday, 25 November 2016

Friday Flashback - "The Well of Loneliness" by Radclyffe Hall

“The Well of Loneliness” is not to be read lightly, for its title
does not exaggerate. It is tragic and powerful; it shudders with empathy
and spiritual resilience.

First published in 1928, it tells the tale of Miss Stephen Gordon: a
woman who identifies as a man, who loves other women and must suffer the
condemnation of all for her “abnormality”. Incredibly ahead of its
time, as far as public opinion was concerned, it was the subject of an
obscenity trial at the time of publication. It was published in the same
year as D.H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” and Virginia Woolf’s
“Orlando”. Hall was part of an oncoming wave that rose in the years that
followed World War I. It was a wave that saw taboos transforming from
absolutes into debatable ideas, and – even more importantly – it was a
wave that streamed into the public forum. Ideologies, and the courage of
those who lived them, were coming to bear against received wisdom.

“As though gaining courage from the terror that is war,
many a one who was even as Stephen, had crept out of her hole and come
into the daylight, come into the daylight and faced her country: ‘Well,
here I am, will you take me or leave me?’”

The scope and breadth of this highly empathetic and emotional work is
without compare. It crosses a number of social boundaries. It begins in
the well-to-do grounds of Morton, the home of Stephen’s father, Sir
Philip Gordon. We then travel with Stephen to the front lines of the
First World War, where she becomes an ambulance driver. Then, the war
over, back to Paris, where Stephen mixes with the greats and the
groundlings of society’s so-called “inverts”. Having made a name for
herself as an author, she is privy to a very exclusive circle. Stephen
meets many prominent men and women of cultured society, including
writers, poets and artists whose characters often have real life
counterparts. From a young child to a middle aged woman, Stephen’s life
is a landscape and a broad reel of life, love and loss.

Stephen’s life has many ups and downs, but it cannot be denied that
tragedy has the final word. Radclyffe Hall – christened Marguerite – is
quite clearly writing from personal experience and Stephen Gordon is
modelled on herself. Existential turmoil and fear of and anger against
public opinion battle vehemently with pride and courage.

“She would clench her hands in a kind of fury. How long
was this persecution to continue? How long would God sit still and
endure this insult offered to His creation? How long tolerate the
preposterous statement that inversion was not part of nature? For since
it existed what else could it be? All things that existed were a part of
nature?”

Courage does not win very much in this novel; it is a thoroughly
depressing read. But it is so wholly courageous and forward thinking
when hope does make its sporadic appearances.

“We’re all part of nature. Some day the world will
recognize this, but meanwhile there’s plenty of work that’s waiting. For
the sake of all the others who are like you but less strong and less
gifted perhaps, many of them, it’s up to you to have the courage to make
good.”

The most readable sections of the novel are those set in the grounds
of Morton with the young Stephen. Pastoral descriptions are full of
English pride and a liberating sense of natural freedom. Stephen is at
her most free when she gallops across green hills and fields with her
faithful horse Raftery.

“The gardens lay placidly under the snow, in no way
perturbed or disconcerted. Only one inmate of theirs felt anxious, and
that was the ancient and wide-boughed cedar, for the weight of the snow
made an ache in its branches … But it could not cry out or shake off its
torment.”

These early episodes make wholesome use of natural metaphors that are
infinitely more successful than the later episodes contained within
inner-city Paris. The gay bars that Stephen and her partner Mary
frequent later in the novel are dirty and degrading and Stephen is
appalled that she must be forced to mix with the people for whom life
has “at last stamped under; who, despised of the world, must despise
themselves beyond all hope, it seemed, of salvation.” They are described
as “haunted”, “tawdry” and “shabby” and it is sections like these that
betray a hint of classist bias.

Maureen Duffy, in her introduction to the novel, expresses it thus: “The Well
certainly has its shortcomings both as a work of literature and as an
apologia for a homosexual way of life and love; nevertheless, for
decades these have been outweighed for many readers by the novel’s mere
existence in telling them that they were not alone, and by the courage
of its author in both writing and defending it.”

“I am one of those who God marked on the forehead. Like
Cain, I am marked and blemished. If you come to me, Mary, the world will
abhor you, will persecute you, will call you unclean. Our love may be
faithful even unto death and beyond – yet the world will call it
unclean. We may harm no living creature by our love, we may grow more
perfect in understanding and in charity because of our loving, but all
this will not save you from the scourge of a world that will turn away
its eyes from your noblest actions, finding only corruption and vileness
in you. … And when you come to me for protection, I shall say: ‘I
cannot protect you, Mary, the world has deprived me of my right to
protect; I am utterly helpless, I can only love you.’”